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Pronouns: all, preferred they/them

Three favorite foods: miso soup, coffee??, pulled pork

Favorite colors: dark blue, dark purple, shades

Last song stuck in my head: unfortunately Chopin’s Variations on a Theme by Rossini (its an auditions song i’m learning)

Last song i listened to: see above^^

Time: 1:53 pm

Last thing i googled: “how many students are in LSA”

Dream trip: either Denali in Alaska or Europe in general

Dream job: forest conservationist, preferably in mountain ranges 

Anything i want: healthy family dynamics probably 

@yikesman03 @arsonissexy

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pronouns: he/she/they, considering changing it to just any pronouns 🥲

fave colors: yellow and pink supremacy

three fave foods: mac n cheese,,, chimken,,, ,,, uh,,,, chocolate mmmmm

song stuck in head: afterlife by illenium ft ECHOS 😩🤌

last song listened to: look above 😭

time: 12:18 am 🥲

last thing googled: not entirely sure but prob the name of someone from class 1-b bc i was tryna apply faces to names while watching a vine comp 😭 my memory is bad leave me alone

dream trip: whehrueuwlwks GREECE ive always wanted to go there,,

dream job: nothing i don’t dream of labor <3

anything i really want: a fuckin,, qpp in my future bro, just a future in general where i’m free to love i think abt it every day ahaha

i was tagged by the super cool and sexy @villainsandvictimsalliance u should follow them they’re pog

i’m gonna tag fuckin uhhhhh @harmonylight @pilot-boi @issacthebraveandgay @wobblyjellyfish @optimisticfruitcup @greenbeanstan @gravitywhatgravity @pottermusprime @katmotif y’all don’t have to 😩

Goddamit the tiktok people are at it again with that llamas in hats live action remake like i get it when it was the ratatouille musical and everyone was having fun with it but this is crossing the line. the oldest people supervising it are what, college students? what will they do when they inevitably run out of fake blood and props funds? I don’t want to even think about it and don’t get me started on the fursuits. at least we stopped butch hartman from bringing it to nickelodeon

The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:

the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”

That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”

oh, that hurt

I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots

the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life

on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious

I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was

The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”

God.

for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again

it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”

it’s like I DO want to be feminine in the way a man is feminine. if I’m performing feminity I don’t want it to be read as an inherent reflection of my gender and who I am. I don’t want someone to call me ma’am or be called a girl. like. it’s drag. only it can’t be drag for me, because it’s not actually subverting anything, is it? so I’m in this spot where I either cannot allow myself any femininity or I do and accept the consequences of perception. my wearing eyeliner isn’t a subversion, a quiet rebellion, it’s perceived as fulfilling an expectation. somehow I can never be masc enough to be percieved as I want to be, so any introduction of femininity feels like a defeat. and yet sometimes I want to wear the pretty things that are still in my closet! or play around with makeup. but it isn’t a young boy getting into his mother’s vanity and heels, it’s growing up into the fulfillment of the wants of the mother and the rest of society as a blank whole.

The politician “The harrington commode”

gender is a performance and im getting heckled by those old gay muppets

my current collection

your mama so house she is bigger on the inside¹

¹Sex

Attempting to get my students to fucking come to class